Fuck, where do I begin with this album? It feels so aimless yet so graceful and flowing, like a flake of snow gliding upon winds. It can be quite lovely yet somehow dark, but not in a morbid or depressing manner. It's inquisitive. Their are only sparse vocals, namely off the first and last tracks, yet it feels it paints the visual of death we all fear, the same death we mourn over, and it presents this is a much more neutral way. That is just what it makes me feel, and undoubtedly you will gather something different. This album can't be done justice with words, and for that, I commend you Mr. OvDeath (or Lost Salt Blood Purges, however you want to be referenced here).
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